<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:49:07.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver Us from Evil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-3483509546240321245</id><published>2010-02-14T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:02:38.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/S3chH6f4GKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/X4uhlM9qVSA/s1600-h/PianoTorture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/S3chH6f4GKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/X4uhlM9qVSA/s400/PianoTorture.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437851494918920354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-3483509546240321245?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/3483509546240321245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3483509546240321245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3483509546240321245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/S3chH6f4GKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/X4uhlM9qVSA/s72-c/PianoTorture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-3784650815003801710</id><published>2010-01-25T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:44:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lullaby for me...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was probably the worse night of my life, but as I was walking along the cold roadside I found a score, its a 4 part choir score consisting of Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Baritone parts. Its a japanese song, in the key of Ab Major. It took a few searches on the net and I finally found the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1usEXz_YfOk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1usEXz_YfOk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Japanese folk song about the hardship of a woman from the Takeda district of Kyoto caring for a child in difficult old Japanese society. There Are many versions of this song, the one that i posted above is the instrumental version. "Lullaby of Takeda" covered by the Yoshida Brothers (They're a pair of brothers who plays the *shamisen and other modern instruments such as synthesizers and drums as well). Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The shamisen is a traditional japanese stringed instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-3784650815003801710?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/3784650815003801710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3784650815003801710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3784650815003801710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-walking.html' title='lullaby for me...'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8196317812745297685</id><published>2010-01-25T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:10:22.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain....</title><content type='html'>ouch..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8196317812745297685?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8196317812745297685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8196317812745297685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8196317812745297685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html' title='pain....'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8666740324881606362</id><published>2009-12-21T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:50:38.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sy-Ys4Iv3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rWb7cFM7Ze8/s1600-h/dudewtf.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sy-Ys4Iv3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rWb7cFM7Ze8/s400/dudewtf.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417716773500739298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(captionless)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8666740324881606362?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8666740324881606362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/captionless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8666740324881606362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8666740324881606362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/captionless.html' title=''/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sy-Ys4Iv3uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rWb7cFM7Ze8/s72-c/dudewtf.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-959159919063642033</id><published>2009-12-11T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:25:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SyEubybA6yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4RopOrw8iEk/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SyEubybA6yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4RopOrw8iEk/s400/Video+call+snapshot2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413659282002471714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-959159919063642033?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/959159919063642033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/pure-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/959159919063642033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/959159919063642033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/pure-randomness.html' title='pure randomness'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SyEubybA6yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4RopOrw8iEk/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-3657704210214582102</id><published>2009-12-07T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:54:21.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lmao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sxy0A7rqViI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TKRadcU-MF8/s1600-h/dragon-age-origins-20090910034411600_640w.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sxy0A7rqViI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TKRadcU-MF8/s400/dragon-age-origins-20090910034411600_640w.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398780306314786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SxyzeOB0ktI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qj5Iq4siAHs/s1600-h/dragon_age_origins_profilelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SxyzeOB0ktI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Qj5Iq4siAHs/s400/dragon_age_origins_profilelarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412398183935677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sxy0TOJr-LI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mlW_jOlrgx0/s1600-h/Fallout-3-%C2%A312.95-%40-Zavvi-PS3-Games-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sxy0TOJr-LI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mlW_jOlrgx0/s400/Fallout-3-%C2%A312.95-%40-Zavvi-PS3-Games-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412399094501734578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. photos from dealspwn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-3657704210214582102?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/3657704210214582102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3657704210214582102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3657704210214582102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/lmao.html' title='Lmao'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Sxy0A7rqViI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TKRadcU-MF8/s72-c/dragon-age-origins-20090910034411600_640w.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-4421268940700015782</id><published>2009-12-05T07:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:17:06.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why oh why tell me why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're mad at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when we're not ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why I feel this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao, I need a new hobby XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-4421268940700015782?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/4421268940700015782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4421268940700015782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4421268940700015782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-5188362713217781332</id><published>2009-12-05T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:49:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day. Seriously, Firstly, I was late (Cuz I wasn't feeling well) one of the members told me that its postponed to a later timing cuz someone was caught in a jam, I was glad that I didn't miss any of the jammin' session, and I don't mind hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during jamming, I always hate the fact that they speak in the language that I don't understand, then how am I suppose to know WHICH PART TO PLAY?!?!?! start from the chorus part issit? start from the verse? start from the solo?? I don't know!!!! Another member had to translate it for me. *smacks forehead* by then the song started halfway already, or when they have something about the music to discuss about I didn't understand too, how am I suppose to know whats going on?!?! I hate the fact that I have to wait for them to play then I understand whats going on. I'm not fussy, I don't mind playing WHATEVER songs they want me to play, I like most of the songs that they play. The main (and probably the only) reason why I wanted to join this band. I'm already learning some simple words like "can/cannot" "yes/no", but that didn't help much for jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly....one member pointed out that he wanted us to finish off with the song "bloodstreets". Ok, sure. *prepares for bloodstreet* *But suddenly another song was played instead*....I was thinking in my mind, didn't he said we were gonna play bloodstreets, but I guess I missed something out again, as usual, like an idiot. *smacks forehead* I think my forehead is red already. But ah well, I guess I'll just live with it, I think I just need time to get used to looking like an idiot =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something happened at home, I hope it'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-5188362713217781332?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/5188362713217781332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5188362713217781332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5188362713217781332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-4845204337914739089</id><published>2009-11-28T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:59:21.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it.</title><content type='html'>There's something that I just don't understand, is that why most guys hate it when their girlfriend wears skimpily but they enjoy looking at another girl who wears skimpily, it just doesn't make sense. They can give all sorts of reasons like, "I don't want other guys to look at you" but yet they check out girls without considering their girlfriend's feeling. This is something that most of my girlfriends complain about. I think its just selfish, if the guy wanna check out girls then let the girlfriend wear whatever she wants, its only fair. (For me I don't really care if my guy were to check out a pretty girl, because I myself do the same =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-4845204337914739089?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/4845204337914739089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4845204337914739089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4845204337914739089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2159150697876120186</id><published>2009-11-21T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:07:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>I feel...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2159150697876120186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2159150697876120186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2159150697876120186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8046635158007462386</id><published>2009-11-17T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:28:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Situations.</title><content type='html'>I feel that my wrist is getting stiffer as it heals, but the healing process is god damn slow, its been 2 weeks and my wrist still aches after about an hour of practise, current situations just don't allow me to rest my wrist, I have problems with playing fast scales now, its getting frustrating. I hope it'll heal by this weekend. Haven't been eating or sleeping well, think I'm gonna be sick. Haha....In any case hope all goes well and I need to post more random stuffs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8046635158007462386?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8046635158007462386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/situations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8046635158007462386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8046635158007462386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/situations.html' title='Situations.'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-4862516030919916392</id><published>2009-11-16T14:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:26:17.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things haven't been going well for me recently, just when I thought being in a relationship was bad enough, and just when I thought its gonna get better after it is over........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine &lt;em&gt;vaguely&lt;/em&gt; suspect that I stole her psp (or it belongs to one of her family members) because I was the last guest. Seriously, doesn't she even &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; before asking me? I played the psp before I left, and when I left, I put the psp on a table, Lets say if the psp was gone, &lt;strong&gt;she would've found out on the night itself or the next day&lt;/strong&gt;, and not a week later, I don't believe anyone would neglect their psp for a whole f***ing week, Secondly I was carrying an &lt;strong&gt;effing small bag which could barely hold anymore stuffs inside&lt;/strong&gt;. Thirdly, didn't she think before asking me? Didn't she think that it would hurt me? What kind of person does she think I am?!?! (Even if she wasn't trying to assume anything) Isn't it stupid to ask someone who only went to a friend's place once and a week later that friend, for example, asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, did you see my pen?" Cuz you were the last guest&lt;br /&gt;me: erm, do you think I know where the f*** your pen is cuz I was there only once and it was weeks ago. But I remembered leaving it on your cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ok, I guess it disppeared by itself&lt;br /&gt;me: oh hey, you know what, hours ago I sneaked into your house and took it, or maybe I cast a spell to make your psp vanish!.......................................AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wouldn't give a F*** if that person mean nothing to me, but coming from a person that I care, makes my heart break/ache/sore and at the same time disappointed. Now I feel &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; for even thinking that she is someone who'll never hurt me, I thought I could trust her, I &lt;strong&gt;thought she trust me&lt;/strong&gt;, and I feel like an &lt;strong&gt;idiot&lt;/strong&gt; to cry because of her, what a big &lt;strong&gt;mistake&lt;/strong&gt; I've made. Why do I even care so much about what she thinks about me. In any case I've decided not to talk to her ever, until she finds her psp or find out the real person who took it (or maybe realise that she herself misplaced it, but I doubt she would do that, people tend to blame someone else for their own mistake, which I admittedly did when I lost my notebook, it took me some time to realise it was my own fault,) or unless its business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just feel so hurt that I had to vent it out somewhere, and I guess its here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-4862516030919916392?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/4862516030919916392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-havent-been-going-well-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4862516030919916392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4862516030919916392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-havent-been-going-well-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8700834831301648297</id><published>2009-11-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:02:46.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is a sensory and emotional experience that typically consists of unpleasantness and aversion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8700834831301648297?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8700834831301648297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8700834831301648297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8700834831301648297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-864230018389934156</id><published>2009-11-13T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:02:38.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I don't have you</title><content type='html'>"Since I Don't Have You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have plans and schemes&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I don't have anything&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have fond desires&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have happy hours&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and I guess&lt;br /&gt;I never will again&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;In walked ol' misery&lt;br /&gt;And she's been here since then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[spoken] Yeah, we're f**ked!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have love to share&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have one who cares&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-864230018389934156?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/864230018389934156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-i-dont-have-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/864230018389934156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/864230018389934156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-i-dont-have-you.html' title='Since I don&apos;t have you'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-6582322641853614956</id><published>2009-11-13T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:21:12.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel</title><content type='html'>Another one of those nights where I'm so tired and exhausted but I can't sleep. I can't stop crying, just can't stop crying, thanks to someone. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually it was fine at first until that someone made it worse, thanks alot man, thanks alot, I hate you but yet I love you, wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And megavid is seriously f***ing me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403282627702568194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SvxQ7A1ANQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Eb-tDNvY_rg/s400/stupidmega.JPG" /&gt;F*** megavid, and they had to do this to me when it is at the critical moment of the anime, F***, F***, F***, seriously F***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-6582322641853614956?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/6582322641853614956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6582322641853614956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6582322641853614956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel.html' title='I feel'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SvxQ7A1ANQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Eb-tDNvY_rg/s72-c/stupidmega.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-3222738957998737401</id><published>2009-11-05T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:50:33.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate lameness</title><content type='html'>Seriously man, All I did was greeted a friend on his wall, and the greeting was as usual "meaow"....But it caused so much commotion, it turned about 5 people into various animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v307/candyrulez/?action=view&amp;current=Stupid3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/candyrulez/Stupid3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-3222738957998737401?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/3222738957998737401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimate-lameness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3222738957998737401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3222738957998737401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimate-lameness.html' title='Ultimate lameness'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2787399934805475421</id><published>2009-11-04T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:59:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>='(. oh man, what a day....today was fine, everything went well, until when I was walking down the stairs to my home I fell down.....to be exact, I SLIDE down the stairs. My friend asked me how did it happened, I just said "Oh I was just being myself, blind, careless and a hardcore daydreamer". It was &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; but painful. I got scratches on both of my wrist, of all places why my WRISTS! Demmit. Now I can't play the keyboard properly, and there's a gig this sunday. PLUS jamming this Friday, not to mention I have to carry my effing heavy keyboard *smacks forehead head*. My ankle is slightly twisted, so it feels a little bit uncomfortable when I walk, and my ass, gawd my ass, its probably the part that is most painful. Good thing all these are just minor cuts and bruises, no fractures no broken bones no sprains, I should be ok in 2 days. Till then, "&lt;em&gt;always look properly while walking and only daydream when seated - Amanda"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I wrote a whole paragraph about me falling down, something that last for a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who wanna come for my gig its This SUNDAY please sms me. It'll be held at *Scape. Starts at 1600, my band's slot is around 1930. Tickets at $5 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genre: Metalcore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2787399934805475421?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2787399934805475421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2787399934805475421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2787399934805475421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-4585034886695031899</id><published>2009-10-28T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:40:18.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy metal(s), same same but different</title><content type='html'>heavy metal(s), same...but different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after playing with bands of different "genres" I realise that not all "rock" are the same, and not all "metal" are the same, hence they have sub-genres, for example, (I'm gonna touch on metal today) heavy metal, power metal and gothic metal, they are catergorized under "metal" but they're different, in fact, sometimes its so different that &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; who likes heavy metal may not like symphonic metal, &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; who likes power metal may not like heavy metal and vice versa. Only a few to name, I'll name more at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my point. Sometimes its heart breaking to see a potential band break apart just because one likes power metal but the other likes metalcore(I'm not trying to say a person who likes power metal will not like metalcore I'm just stating an example :-&gt; ) Because in the end both individuals or each band mates are still metalheads. What makes them different is also what makes them unique. Hence the evolution of music from the 1800th till now. Which is also how the sub-genres come about, Thats why i like the idea of working with people with influences of different sub-genres (of metal). creating something much more unique than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, Its always hard to work with "Different" people. the reason why i put apostrophe for the word &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;is because many people who don't understand metal think that we're all the same. But the truth is we're not. the only similarity is that in a standard metal band, there will be a drummer, a bassist, guitarist(s), vocalist, and sometimes keyboardist. That is it. When it comes to the taste, to the music, to style of playing, and singing, all sub-metal genres are very different. Thats why even though a band which consist of members who likes metal, mostly still break apart because each and every single one of them have a/some particular sub-metal genre that they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only musicians can be open enough to merge their sounds together for their originals or sometimes covers, instead of insisting on playing thrash metal or progressive metal or gothic metal or any particular sub-genre(s), more unique bands will emerge(I'm not saying that there isn't there is, just not much). As much as I, too, like to keep listening/playing the same particular sub-metal genre that I like, I always try to open up to many different sub-metal genres, I'm not saying that you have to change, in fact, the more you should keep your style and influence because it is what makes YOU unique, and its what makes the band unique, because this is what &lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt; is about, its about &lt;strong&gt;creativity&lt;/strong&gt;, its about challenging ourselves, its about crossing boundaries, trying new things, rather than keep on playing covers of the same sub-genre and play "safe" and in the end, you create nothing, you learn nothing, you discover nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a VERY rough description of sub-heavy metal genres for those dumbs dumbs who think metal are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Metal&lt;br /&gt;its the EXTREME subgenre of heavy metal, tempos are fast, sharp/shrill vocals and very distorted guitars, with depressive and death-like atmosphere, feel and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Metal&lt;br /&gt;Another extreme subgenre of heavy metal, very heavy distortion of guitars, harsh low and growling vocals, fast tempos and melodies, complicated tempo changes alot of double pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom Metal&lt;br /&gt;Mostly slow tempos, deep and rich and heavy sounds, low tuned guitars. Lyrics are often about DOOOOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drone Metal&lt;br /&gt;something that I hardly listen to, the notes and chords are most of the time sustained, the sound of the guitar are mostly "echo-ish", vocalist usually screams and growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk Metal&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know about this sub-genre, but upon research its the fusion of heavy metal and folk music I guess. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glam Metal&lt;br /&gt;Their music are mostly commercial heavy metal/hard rock, but mostly its also because of the shiny make-up and dress ups of the players. in short "glamourised".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gothic metal&lt;br /&gt;My favourite sub-genre...hahaha. Dark melancholy melodies and very "fantasy-ish" lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groove metal&lt;br /&gt;as how it is named, bluesy guitar solos, slow to mid tempo, harsh vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrial Metal&lt;br /&gt;guitar riffs usually keeps repeating, alot of synths and distorted vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metalcore&lt;br /&gt;something thatI'm experimenting with now. basically the mix of hardcore punk and heavy metal and sometimes thrash of extreme metal &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo-classical Metal&lt;br /&gt;The genre says it all. lots of scales and arpeggios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu Metal&lt;br /&gt;The combination of hip hop and heavy metal, something that I like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post metal&lt;br /&gt;Dark melody, emotional, very little/soft vocals or no vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Metal&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of friends who particularly likes this sub genre so i better not screw up =P. Its usually(but not all the time) very up beat than most heavy metal, sounds "happy" and positive, courages feel, lyrics are mostly about sci-fi and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressive metal&lt;br /&gt;usually the song is long, the time signature/or timing changes. lots of strumming, super power playing skills, lots of solos, (thats why mostly its very long). If there is vocals it'll be melodic, and sometimes unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sludge metal&lt;br /&gt;something like doom metal and hardcore punk, lazy to explain. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed metal&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what it is but i guess its about very fast playing? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoner metal&lt;br /&gt;something that I'm introduced to recently. usually slow tempo, heavy bass and low tuned. Slow and heavy to be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrash Metal&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a number of friends who likes this sub-genre too. I don't really know how to explain this genre, but i guess, its mostly fast tempo, lots of double pedal, lots of high pitched guitar shredding and solos, vocals are usually agressively sung or SHOUTED!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my wireless modem stopped working while i was typing this long post, good thing i saved it. *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-4585034886695031899?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/4585034886695031899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavy-metals-same-same-but-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4585034886695031899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4585034886695031899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavy-metals-same-same-but-different.html' title='heavy metal(s), same same but different'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-882248671927224903</id><published>2009-10-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:24:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter posed nude for painter father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSJj-RXkNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SWYHIDQM7r4/s1600-h/984345-weird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396589504600969426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSJj-RXkNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SWYHIDQM7r4/s320/984345-weird.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSJEFTF2FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UqYYqTtgpks/s1600-h/54656-artistic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396588956731430994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSJEFTF2FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UqYYqTtgpks/s320/54656-artistic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSIKF60PBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rLLIfCzvFyU/s1600-h/chinese-artist-li-zhuangping-daughter-nude-model-01-500x349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396587960465636370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSIKF60PBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rLLIfCzvFyU/s320/chinese-artist-li-zhuangping-daughter-nude-model-01-500x349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daughter poses nude for painter father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap it is what you think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Zhuang Ping is a painter from Sichuan, her daughter, Li Qin posed nude for him for the title “Oriental Goddess Mountain Spirit Series.” She said she can't accept being a nude model for films, magazines etc...she's only willing to pose for her daddy dear because its artistic and its purely for art. Even her mom agreed and is "pretty envious" of her daughter for being able to use such a beautiful way to capture her youth, an opportunity she sadly did not have when she was young and beautiful before. Both father and daughter said "“No matter what colored glasses other people wear to look at us, we are very magnanimous.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This issue have caused a sh*t load of controversies in the net, many netizens said its "wrong", "sick", "pervert", "dirty" "Filthy", "inappropriate". You name it they've said it. Well, I don't think so, I think its beautiful, AND a father will never look at his own daughter in a sexual way. I mean, even the mother is happy about it, what more can we say? Some people just can't see another family being happy, and Some people just can't accept someone who did something unique, and hence judge them as "abnormal". Those who called them "pervert/dirty" are perverts themselves, if you look at it artistically, there's nothing wrong. Unless you're dirty-minded. What's more is that painting requires time, patience, details, and I'm pretty sure the father can't have a hard-on for 5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-882248671927224903?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/882248671927224903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/daughter-posed-nude-for-painter-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/882248671927224903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/882248671927224903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/daughter-posed-nude-for-painter-father.html' title='Daughter posed nude for painter father'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SuSJj-RXkNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SWYHIDQM7r4/s72-c/984345-weird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7549296365099427121</id><published>2009-10-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:21:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Viruses</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been receiving random emails which contains viruses from friends who unintentionally send it. And one thing i noticed was that most virus emails came from the GUYS in my contacts. Confirm watch porn watch until &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; virus. Seriously man, GET A LIFE, or a sex partner, or at least get your com/notebook/laptop FIXED/CLEANED. And save us all the trouble &gt;___&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do inform me if you're receiving viruses so I can do something about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7549296365099427121?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7549296365099427121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-viruses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7549296365099427121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7549296365099427121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-viruses.html' title='Email Viruses'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8016278696478822232</id><published>2009-09-14T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:50:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in a band</title><content type='html'>Being in a band is like being in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO = Significant Other = Bf/Gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;2. can't always have your way.&lt;br /&gt;3. must consider "SO"(bandmates) feelings.&lt;br /&gt;4. must seek "SO"(bandmates) opinion before making any decisions regarding the "relationship"(band).&lt;br /&gt;5. every now and then must go on "dates"(jammin).&lt;br /&gt;6. future "marriage"(going into recording originals/play in pub) plans.&lt;br /&gt;7. "SO"(bandmates) will be upset when they found out you're cheating on them. (aka in multiple bands)&lt;br /&gt;8. Occassional arguements and disagreements with "SO" (bandmates)&lt;br /&gt;9. When "relationship"(career) goes smoothly get "married"(recording deal/pub contract).&lt;br /&gt;10. If not "break up".&lt;br /&gt;11. Your "SO"(bandmates) will usually still keep in contact with each other (due to reasons like wanting to pursue other dreams, have to leave country, friendly breakups etc).&lt;br /&gt;12. If the "break up" is due to a big quarrel or "not compatible"(cannot get along), your "SO"(bandmates) Will not contact each other ever again.&lt;br /&gt;13. Will feel awkward if your ex "SO"(bandmates) bump into each other while going on a date(gig) with your new "SO"(band) at same location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just for fun, not to be taken seriously =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8016278696478822232?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8016278696478822232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-in-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8016278696478822232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8016278696478822232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-in-band.html' title='Being in a band'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2852392846178161317</id><published>2009-09-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:44:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I'm so....so....so...so.... bored today, even though i was out with a bunch of people. Why? because of language barrier, man if i didn't owe a friend a favor i wouldn't even have joined them. Even though when I was chillin with them, I hear fun, playing and laughter, but I still feel bored, I feel like I wasted 4-5hours. I could've done so much within that time. No wonder many singaporeans always hang out with their own race, because everyone tend to speak in their mother tongue instead of ENGLISH (if we were to mix around certain people will always be left out because some bastard just can't speak ENGLISH)...seriously man...what's wrong with speaking in ENGLISH....its singapore man, its F***ING singapore, never speak ENGLISH before issit?...And I even have a friend who dares to say "no ah...long before that singaporeans speak malay.." yes its true...but SO WHAT? What century are we in now? 19th century???? Seriously if singapore is a malay/indian/chinese country, then what's the point of learning ENGLISH in skool??? Might as well just make us all speak in one language????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'm not blaming anyone, I can't...because if i didn't joined them I wouldn't have wasted my time. But I did, so too bad for me. What's most selfish was one person asked me to learn their mother tongue language, F***. say until so easy, why not learn MY mother tongue language, how's that? easy? Why can't they all just SPEAK ENGLISH....F**KING SPEAK ENGLISH!!!!!!!! SPEAK F***ING &lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH. &lt;/strong&gt;Still I MUST MUST MUST emphasize that its none of their fault, its mine, shouldn't have joined them (but since I joined them i must be like them, but i can't, due to language barrier)....but on the bright side a favor returned. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2852392846178161317?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2852392846178161317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2852392846178161317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2852392846178161317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8792901272784990279</id><published>2009-09-02T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:47:10.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to tell...?</title><content type='html'>How to tell if its a real woman or a surgical woman(aka transsexual)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hw_CMMlhpDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hw_CMMlhpDg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, but lets say if you wanna hook up with a girl that you meet and you're not sure if she's a real woman or a surgical woman, asking her to do this will just freak her off, she'll probably think you're some weirdo/pervert. Not very helpful XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8792901272784990279?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8792901272784990279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8792901272784990279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8792901272784990279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-tell.html' title='How to tell...?'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7047489877767144599</id><published>2009-09-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:24:52.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi drivers</title><content type='html'>Taxi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking taxi quite often lately as I'm always late for something. But of course I'll try not to take the taxi if its really no neccessary, if not I would take it before or after the peak hour, because of the surcharges.(7am-9am/5pm-8pm 35% surcharge for mon to sat. 12midnight 5am 50% surcharge) (Charges apply for city area/changi airport). So I bump into Taxi drivers quite often lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my my. There was once I boarded the taxi from amk mrt station, I wanted to go home quick as I was tired, Usually the taxi fare would be around $4+ to $5(without surcharge), But this taxi driver PURPOSELY drive SOOOOOOO Slowwwww....and the taxi fare is $7+(without surcharge). bloody hell, using this kind of typical and sick method to earn money. And he is F***ing obese (yes obese, not fat/chubby) The seat can't even fit his whole fat ass, no OVERLY/SEVERELY OBESE ASS. Not to mention his taxi smells like poop. But then again cannot blame him for driving slow ah, cuz he is so fat the front right tyre is probably PUNCTURED, thats why cannot drive fast, because no balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I met this taxi driver (also from amk to my house). I told him my address and he keeps saying "huh?" I thought he was deaf or something but turns out he is not local. But the moment he started driving my face was like O_______O. Cuz he drove damn fast. For a moment I thought he was gonna hit the car right infront but he made a quick change of lane O____O...in the end it was me who kept saying "huh?" when he ask whether to turn left or right...when It reached my place the taxi fare was only $3+....unbelievable....Never judge a person because they speak with a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I was late for work, the taxi driver didn't know how to go to the place, so I hace to guide him at EVERY SINGLE TURN. For the whole Journey I was like "turn left, turn right, turn left, turn left, turn right, go straight" When we're about to reach he said something that pissed me off. He said "Don't tell me what to do, I'm a taxi driver, I know what to do" FARK. If he's a taxi driver why didn't he know how to go to the destination that I want in the first place??!?!. Jeez...But I just shut my mouth because he is after all a taxi driver and I have no driving experience or even a license whatsoever to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If next time the taxi driver asks me "how to go there &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?" I'll just say "I don't know, you're the taxi driver you tell me how to go &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;." (yea I can be a cold b*tch sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some taxi drivers (especially the ah peks) like to chat on the phone and use dialect vulgarities in every sentence, its kinda funny XD. like "eh wa lao &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;....you blah blah blah blah chao &lt;em&gt;che* bye&lt;/em&gt;, blah blah blah &lt;em&gt;kan*na bu&lt;/em&gt;, blah blah blah blah &lt;em&gt;l*n j*ao&lt;/em&gt;...blah blah...&lt;em&gt;ch*e bye&lt;/em&gt;..." and so on and so fourth. LMAO. I wonder what will happen if he forgot that there are kids at the back seat, the mom would probably punch his face. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got into this taxi and he didn't know how to go to hindu road. I was like 45mins late for jammin &gt;__&gt;. But could tell that he was trying hard to find the place and not trying to drag time to earn more, he stopped halfway and looked at the map but couldn't find the place, he even called his friend, He did manage to find the place after that I was already 1hour late for jammin...-___-....was kinda pissed but its not his fault, the road was small and hard to find. the taxi fare was $14plus...he said he don't know how to charge me and ask me usually when i go there how much issit. It was actually about $7+ but I just gave him $10...he did make the effort to look for the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the bad experience are rare. Most taxi drivers are very friendly, even though they are most probably pressured and stressed everyday because the rent is very expensive. Its really a tough job. If its me I think I'll just commit suicide already, if not I'll give a F***ed up face to every customer I pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emo &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7047489877767144599?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7047489877767144599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/taxi-drivers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7047489877767144599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7047489877767144599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/09/taxi-drivers.html' title='Taxi drivers'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-3889888449581770832</id><published>2009-09-01T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:53:30.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese guy looking for gf.</title><content type='html'>This guy is random and funny. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5b9gs5NKXA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5b9gs5NKXA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his accent when he speaks XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-3889888449581770832?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/3889888449581770832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/chinese-guy-looking-for-gf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3889888449581770832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/3889888449581770832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/chinese-guy-looking-for-gf.html' title='Chinese guy looking for gf.'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-1458301278473270922</id><published>2009-08-31T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:54:46.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emoticon cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Spvi6-zNE5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1AI8p14F1pg/s1600-h/lolcat_IMicons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376140083114873746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Spvi6-zNE5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1AI8p14F1pg/s320/lolcat_IMicons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this cute? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(click the picture to enlarge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-1458301278473270922?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/1458301278473270922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/emoticon-cats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/1458301278473270922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/1458301278473270922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/emoticon-cats.html' title='emoticon cats'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/Spvi6-zNE5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1AI8p14F1pg/s72-c/lolcat_IMicons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7342708181991990516</id><published>2009-08-31T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:06:34.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with....</title><content type='html'>What's with mat/minahrep and their jade pendants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously man, what's the point of wearing jade pendants? FAKE jade pendants. Even if they wanna wear for good luck at least wear a REAL one &lt;em&gt;la. &lt;/em&gt;Wear it with some class.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;They wear it as if it'll make their boobs/penis grow bigger, get free money the next day, get a free bike, make them fly, make them stronger, or even win an arguement/fight, or it probably gives them ego boost, or all of the above i don't know, at least the trucker cap got some standard, its their own uniqueness because it screams "matrep here!!". Which was what i initially thought, but when a friend pointed out to me that trucker caps was already worn way back by the old skool matrock, it made me look down on them even more, no originality, but they definitely have originality in terms of their bad dress sense(by using mix and matches from fashions of other urban culture aka copyassholes). The addition of FAKE jades makes me wanna laugh even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha. *sarcasm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7342708181991990516?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7342708181991990516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7342708181991990516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7342708181991990516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-with.html' title='What&apos;s with....'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2205947074062996290</id><published>2009-08-31T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:42:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>admit it!</title><content type='html'>Why Some Girls Dont Like To Tell People They Got Boyfriend ?well, some guys don't like to tell people they got a girlfriend too.reasons are obvious, these people are very greedy, they're always in the lookout of looking for a "better one". which make no sense, because its not love. either they're out for wealth, or for guys, probably pick the "prettiest one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls can even say that guys will treat her better if they think she's single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys treat her nicer just so they can get into her pants, obviously. And why do she need so many guys to treat her nice? her boyfriend don't treat her nice enough? or issit because she wants the attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly its to each of their own problems whether they wanna tell or not. But most reasons of why they don't tell its quite disgusting. There's just no love if people wanna "play safe" in relationships by wanting a "safety net to fall back on" or to pick a "better one". Or just for their own ego boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, relationships are complicated. But does that mean its ok to get attached just for the sake of getting attached?what is the purpose of getting into a relationship anymore if its not because of love or attraction?So does that mean there are other reasons to get into a relationship besides love? then what are the reasons? for sex? bored? ego boost? or just want a fling?I personally feel that its ok IF BOTH parties are not serious, and both knows it, but if one is serious and the other is not, Its really unfair to the ones who are putting the effort while the other one just keeps taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2205947074062996290?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2205947074062996290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/admit-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2205947074062996290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2205947074062996290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/admit-it.html' title='admit it!'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7646500349171374005</id><published>2009-08-28T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:00:06.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth man</title><content type='html'>today was a fine day...until i LOST MY MP4!!!!! goodness, why am I so careless&lt;br /&gt;losing 2 things in a month...seriously....but yea I'm over it...cuz no one stole it,&lt;br /&gt;I LOST it....bloody hell, probably because I've been thinking too much lately...&lt;br /&gt;I lost it when&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to zip my bag....ROAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7646500349171374005?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7646500349171374005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/wth-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7646500349171374005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7646500349171374005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/wth-man.html' title='wth man'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-5717078104537918781</id><published>2009-08-26T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:53:52.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE BITCH DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CUT YOUR WRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CUT YOUR F***ING WRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CUT IT!!!! CUT IT BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;JUST DIE BITCH DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;STOP PRESSURISING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU'RE TALKING BEHIND MY BACK DON'T&lt;br /&gt; DENY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DENY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;M*THER F***ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GET IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-5717078104537918781?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/5717078104537918781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5717078104537918781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5717078104537918781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah.html' title='AH!'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7572051143440731369</id><published>2009-08-26T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T05:00:20.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP!</title><content type='html'>STOP! STOP! STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pressurising me&lt;br /&gt;Its driving me to an end&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed&lt;br /&gt;stop checking on me&lt;br /&gt;please let me go&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a good job&lt;br /&gt;once I'm out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;pushing me ain't gonna make me better&lt;br /&gt;pushing me just gonna make me&lt;br /&gt;unable to deliver&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain now&lt;br /&gt;please stop&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7572051143440731369?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7572051143440731369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7572051143440731369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7572051143440731369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop.html' title='STOP!'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-5216753439011921110</id><published>2009-08-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:20:33.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;what metal genre are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Classic Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 80%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;The type that started it all!, Dark bluesy rock combined with wailing vocals and even some new fretwork, original uncompromising and daring this is what metal was all about and in essence still is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Nu metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 72%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Black metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death Metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 18%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Power Metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 14%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Thrash metal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 10%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_metal_genre_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what metal genre are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew trash metal is gonna be the last one ...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-5216753439011921110?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/5216753439011921110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-metal-genre-are-you-your-result.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5216753439011921110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/5216753439011921110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-metal-genre-are-you-your-result.html' title=''/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-7195194599298775300</id><published>2009-08-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:44:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin</title><content type='html'>Jammed with 2 bands today...I did badly for the first band...there weren't any sustain pedal...and there's no bassist...But there's still no excuse for me to suck so badly =/...Halfway through I just felt like crying :'(....Hopefully I can do a better job next week...The 2nd band was fine....but still the band as a whole is not prepared to perform yet...We're gonna perform on Sept 18....not too far from now...need more practise!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-7195194599298775300?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/7195194599298775300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7195194599298775300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/7195194599298775300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammin.html' title='Jammin'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-6803710398147996327</id><published>2009-08-16T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:07:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What would you look like in anime? (cool descriptions)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;dark and beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 80%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;your long wavy hair is black and worn in two loose braids. Your eyes are deep purple and shimmer in the light. You have skin like flawless silk and you are dressed in a pair of black boots, a red and black striped shirt, and a short gray skirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;unique and stunning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 60%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;mysterious and attractive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;pretty and innocent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;cute and sporty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 20%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;girly and elegant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_would_you_look_like_in_anime_cool_descri"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you look like in anime? (cool descriptions)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-6803710398147996327?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/6803710398147996327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6803710398147996327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6803710398147996327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-9191465740234391829</id><published>2009-08-11T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:01:43.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SoGHsJ1zQLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x6iCd_Tz6pk/s1600-h/xrv46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368721423427911858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SoGHsJ1zQLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x6iCd_Tz6pk/s320/xrv46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, a picture paints a thousand words. Sexy isn't it? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-9191465740234391829?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/9191465740234391829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/9191465740234391829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/9191465740234391829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-stuffs.html' title='Random stuffs'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SoGHsJ1zQLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x6iCd_Tz6pk/s72-c/xrv46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2181436029889461905</id><published>2009-08-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:10:26.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my notebook</title><content type='html'>What the F*** man, just What the F***. It happened like 2 days ago, I went to dhoby ghaut LongJohnSilver to have lunch, left my stuff on the table and went to order food. My stuff was just 2 rows away from the counter, and i kept turning back and look, after buying my food my notebook was gone. and I just bought it like 2 weeks ago, althought it costs $600 dollars but it took me awhile to save up, and i've only used it for 2 weeks, 2 F***ING WEEKS. Its a pink LG mini notebook, beautiful isn't it? No wonder someone took it...Yes it is my fault to have left my stuff on the table, but the only time that I wasn't looking at the table was when I was ordering my food, and that took just about 1min....Gosh, I seriously gotta give it up to that motherf***er who took my notebook in a split second. Made a polive report of course...honestly if it was totally due to my own carelessness, I'll just let it go, not worth all the trouble of going to the police station and give my statement and all that crap...But the fact was that someone took it....I just can't let that go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2181436029889461905?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2181436029889461905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-my-notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2181436029889461905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2181436029889461905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-lost-my-notebook.html' title='I lost my notebook'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-6952551309904920005</id><published>2009-08-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:29:39.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"girls who claimed they are simple. yet they are so materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on! simple means you don't give a fuck about things/trends or whatever shit, however you know such things exist. you don't even care about quality, you just know that it's good enough when things can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a huge difference between knowing and giving a fuck. get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this just don't apply to things, it applies to your daily stuff/doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i hurt anyone of you. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well even guys irritates the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i ain't simple myself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I qouted this post from Amanda's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;boy boy boy, I gotta agree, especially girls who tries to "charm" guys by telling them they're simple, shy, and innocent......Innocent my A**. after she manage to capture the guy's heart, she'll make him spend all his money on stuffs that she wanna buy, yes, I call it stuffs because most of it are not neccessities, they are "wants". They probably dump it aside after a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think its ok to do something to make yourself look better, I admit most of the times I'm so cautious about my own looks that I over do it. But I definitely won't spend more than $100 on a dress, In fact the cheapest dress in my cupboard is just $32. I'd rather spend my money on good food, I do know girls who spend $500 on a handbag but complain about paying $10 for meal. You know what they say, "You are what you eat" - cheap. I'm not saying ALL girls are like that, just SOME....And they still have the cheek to tell me they like to keep it simple after spending so much money on something that you're probably not gonna use it in a few weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't let me get started on guys, gosh, materialistic guys can be so GAY (no offence to my gay friends but I'm just giving some example). but the prob is, they wanna be all "manly" but end up complaining about walking on the grass because they just bought the pair of new shoes for $200plus. This just reminds me of what most girls would say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-6952551309904920005?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/6952551309904920005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-who-claimed-they-are-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6952551309904920005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/6952551309904920005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-who-claimed-they-are-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-4777792282858497513</id><published>2009-08-05T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:33:16.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>gosh I'm so sleepy today, cuz I didn't sleep at night, had too much tea. I feel so friggin sleepy today, I can sleep like anywhere, on the bus, while standing in the train, while eating, while talking, while sitting down. Basically I can sleep in any situations, I think I can even sleep while walking. I put extra eyeliner to cover my dark rings and when I got home, my brother was like. "So when are you gonna start cutting your wrist and post your half-of-your-face-covered-with-hair picture on facebook". I was too tired to argue with him so I just said "soon". But that'll never happen, I'm not emo (at least on the outside).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-4777792282858497513?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/4777792282858497513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4777792282858497513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/4777792282858497513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-122189118137368279</id><published>2009-08-02T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:25:40.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle For Terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SnVf__GtodI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CB0-O7phoBw/s1600-h/battle-for-terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SnVf__GtodI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CB0-O7phoBw/s320/battle-for-terra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365300083957801426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My review of Battle for Terra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to watch the movie today, basically its about a man(from the human specie) who sacrificed himself to bring peace to 2 different species.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie was kinda cheesy I have to say, quite touching that it almost made me cry, good enough for viewers of all ages. no comedy, usually animated movies have abit of humour added, but this movie is very serious, and the little robot is somewhat adorable. I think I'll rate this movie 2.5/5. Its a pretty nice movie I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-122189118137368279?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/122189118137368279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/battle-for-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/122189118137368279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/122189118137368279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/battle-for-terra.html' title='Battle For Terra'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mvdz6vDRwHw/SnVf__GtodI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CB0-O7phoBw/s72-c/battle-for-terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-130271823004206122</id><published>2009-08-02T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:11:37.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trains</title><content type='html'>SMRT train, everyone knows that. We hear the beeping sound when the door is closing, we hear reminders such as "please mind the platform gap" at every station, we hear it so many times that we all can memorise it, and it comes to a point of time where we pay very close attention to every station we stop at. Ever notice the automated voice going towards woodlands is very seductive? "going to Johor Bahru?" I never noticed until a friend pointed out to me...I know its lame, but you'll laugh at it when you're so bored that you pay very close attention to it XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-130271823004206122?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/130271823004206122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/trains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/130271823004206122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/130271823004206122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/08/trains.html' title='trains'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2900074614423991375</id><published>2009-08-01T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:03:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6interval</title><content type='html'>As for most of my friends, you know who 6 interval are. We're a band of six(Dinah on vocals, Aiz on Lead guitar, Amalina on rhythm guitar, Farhan on Bass, Wan on drums and myself on keys). we use to be quite close last year, and we were really excited when mediacorp emailed our teacher in charge of our CCA and invited us to give a shot on Live 'n' Loaded. Weeks and weeks passed, we practised hard but in the end, they didn't call us, and ever since then, 6 Interval is broken, so broken, we rarely jam anymore, we can't find gigs, its as if nobody wants us, so slowly, we drifted apart. Aiz is in quite a few bands, so obviously, he would jam with bands who are more productive (I'll admit. If it was me I'll do the same). And we all know that Aiz's main band is Rising Hearts, and so is Farhan. the most I hope is that in their eyes, 6interval is at least the second important, but now it seems like the last. And slowly we just got on with our lives, Dinah, Wan and Amalina went on with their stuff and so did I. Then one day a friend asked "How's 6interval?" I realise I couldn't answer that question, I don't know how to. I feel that I losing the band, I spoke to Amalina and she feels the same way, I was glad I wasn't the only one. We don't wanna let go of this band because we're so unique, each of us have our own influences, styles, and creativity. (Its the strongest chemistry I have ever felt while jammin with a band). which made this band special. Although I'm in quite a few other bands I still treat 6interval as my main. I don't wanna let go, I know we're not the best, I know people all say they musicians can't make it in Singapore, but I still want this band to be something. I miss 6 interval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2900074614423991375?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2900074614423991375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/6interval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2900074614423991375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2900074614423991375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/6interval.html' title='6interval'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-2459997837621505282</id><published>2009-07-29T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:41:45.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>Hey earthlings! As you can see I haven't linked most of you peoplehere yet, tag your link on my chatbox and I'll link you, and don't forget to relink me =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-2459997837621505282?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/2459997837621505282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2459997837621505282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/2459997837621505282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983147532326866305.post-8665887063097644361</id><published>2009-07-28T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:36:19.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally got a laptop, decide to delete the previous blog cuz its too boring, will change my skin soon. till then do come back and and check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983147532326866305-8665887063097644361?l=demimin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/feeds/8665887063097644361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8665887063097644361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983147532326866305/posts/default/8665887063097644361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demimin.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheee.html' title='WHEEE!!!'/><author><name>DemiMin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18118723212330186339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
